#asian clothes rack

[upinteriors]

Georg Rack 115 by Chris Liljenberg Halstrøm for Skagerak.

[nyc-looks]

Kate, 24

“I am wearing a top my friend Quinn made. My puffer is from Search & Destroy, I got it years ago from the $20 rack. My boots are Uniform. The black leather bag was my grandmother's; she gave it to me a few months ago. I feel stylistically inspired by Eastern Asian femme icons: Anya Phillips, Bai Ling, Yoko Ono, and many more. My friends and constant discovery of identity inspire my style daily. My style philosophy is the goal of just feeling good. Clothing is a second skin, a costume, a way to express. Getting dressed can be a ritual of self-care.”

Mar 26, 2023 ∙ East Village

[roller6262]

A chubby guy here, wouldn’t mind a change!

A chubby guy? You're already a bit of my type, but I understand not everyone share my sentiment. Still, it would be a shame to get rid of all that fat when it can be put to better use. Let me take you to my favorite gym and use my guest pass. Yes, yes, I know it can be intimidating. All of these jocks like to sneer at the chubby guy working out, but you don't mind them. Just pump iron with me! That's it, you're already lifting so much! You don't notice a difference yet? Well of course you won't see anything sweating in those baggy clothes! Let's get you in a sweatband, mesh tank, and some shorts. Hell yeah, now you're showing off that pale bronze skin.

Now the jocks are laughing at seeing your fat stomach through your mesh, but you keep pumping and then BOOM, muscle is peeking under the fat. After a few reps your biceps swelled twice no- three times their size! Your inflated pecs pushing forward and shoulders widen to make room. Now let's waddle you over to the squat rack. As if your thighs weren't already big enough, your quads and hamstrings are thick man! Glutes are looking firmer and bigger too! You feel that testosterone running through you? Yeah look at that black hair growing on your chest and that beard growing in. You think your hair texture has changed? Well east asian hair tends to be like that. After all, that western fast food wasn't doing you any favors. Now your belly is full of beef, szechuan chicken, and broccoli to feed those muscles. Check out the mirror you Chinese beast!

I didn't remove any fat, you need to keep bulking to keep growing right? But those white jocks aren't laughing anymore. No, I think they're in awe of the Asian beefcake that's putting them to shame. Pretty soon they'll be flocking to you asking for the secrets of your size, so I'll let you choose what to do from here. You could get revenge and give them fake diet tips, making them chubby guys like you used to be. Or you can be the "bigger" person and have them as genuine gym bros. Either way, I'm sure you'll enjoy your new life.

Anyone else need a change? Feel free to hit my asks 😉

[bobbybutterfly]

Alert! Alert! New art! Once again more of my quaint Russian houses. Better get used to them. There’s way more to come! I’m going to try something new to link the Pinterest post. Hope it works!

YASSS! SLAYYY! I did it! Now I don’t need to be racked with guilt! So what now… Do you want to see my sketches of Mulori and Scout Gosemdouchi?

I dressed her up in 1920’s flapper fashion. It’s inspired by this one video I got recommended after looking up stuff about modern Korean art. It was about Korean modern girls back in the early 20th century. There was this pretty much world trend of young women dressing up in “scandalous clothes” and partying it up. Goes well with my head cannon for Mulori being kind of a rebel. I had this idea for a while to write short stories from the point of view of deceased characters. It would be them moments before death having their whole lives flash before their eyes.

I like Mulori because there’s potential for an internal conflict with her. Her love for singing versus her “duty” to serve the nation. If I’m going to write this I better not spoil it all. But I would have her join the military seeking new opportunities she would never get as a poor farmer. Her gender playing a big role in the story. Her death would be also more tragic than heroic. Like. Someone had to stop those boats. But why did it have to be her specifically?

Now some Scout Gosemdouchi fanart! In my head cannon he’s a super chill pretty boy all the women have a crush on. The perfect soldier. Incredibly charming and kind. Always ready to sacrifice his life for his nation. Like Tomoe Nami in Madoka Magica. The tragedy with him is that he was just too good for this world.

As I told my dad when we were once on a walk, I write a lot about complicated father son relationships. I don’t know why. I think it’s something to do with all those Tom Hanks movies and interviews. In my head cannon Scout Gosemdouchi is the son of Commander Gosemdouchi. Thus the same name. Personally I think the cartoon’s just lazy when it comes to names but that’s why you got head cannons. To do the writer’s job for them. I think they both love each other. Commander Gosemdouchi might be a tyrant but he’s not abusive to his son. He might have some big expectations for his son. Please insert your asian parents joke.

The mom’s dead by the way. Don’t know what got her yet but she died when Gosemdouchi junior was still small.

The reason why Gosemdouchi junior is stone cold on his last mission is that he had an argument with his dad. The expectations were too much for him and they both ended up saying some cruel shit to each other.

I’ve got more ideas for these characters I won’t go into more because as I said. I want to save them for later. I would want the collection to have 3 stories. Mulori, Scout Gosemdouchi and Mulmangcho’s purple shirt brother. Is there a character you think I should write about? What do you think of my head cannons?

My Super Secret Project is something completely different if you were wondering.

Bobby out!

[needcake]

Day 1: surprise/gift

Engport | G | 1.3k

@engportevents

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Small socked feet padding softly across the wooden flooring woke him up on Sunday morning.

Their room was still dark, a faint sound of light rain coming from behind the closed blinds, Gabriel’s steady breaths coming from his side of the bed. Arthur reached blindly for the alarm clock behind him and opened his bleary eyes to stare at the red numbers marking over half an hour before seven. Gabriel grumbled sleepily and he agreed, putting the clock back down and returning his arm around his warm waist.

He was almost, almost, falling asleep again when he heard it once more: small feet trampling the floor going up and down the corridor, scurrying away like mice on a ship.

“I think the boys are up,” he whispered into the collar of Gabriel’s pajamas and his husband groaned tiredly, pulling the sheets tighter around himself and excluding Arthur from his cocoon.

“And why do I have to be?” came Gabriel’s sleepy response, to which Arthur couldn’t think of something equally smart to answer back so he just grunted at him, peeling back the warm covers and blinking at the floor to find his slippers.

He yawned out into the corridor and noticed a single raisin on the floor. Half a meter away he saw another one, and then another one half a meter away from that, trailing all the way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, he found the two scurrying culprit mice.

“What are you two doing up?”

A pair of Asian boys ages 8 and 5 looked over their shoulders at him, frozen and caught. It took one too many seconds for Arthur’s brain to connect the dots and fully understand what the hell was going on. There was spilled milk in the counter dripping down the kitchen tiles, an empty bag of raisins on the floor, eggshells on the counter, orange peels hanging from the kitchen sink faucet. His oldest was holding a pan on top of an open flame on the stove and his youngest stood on a precarious three-legged stool perched beside him, holding scissors.

There was also something burning.

“What the f—”

“You’re not supposed to see!” Leon yelled loudly, jumping from his stool and dashing towards him with the scissors and Arthur barely had time to dodge him and take a step back before the door was slammed on his nose.

He gaped at the door.

Then he huffed.

And then he went back for reinforcements.

“Gabe, wake up,” he said, turning on the lights and the human cocoon on the bed squirmed away, hiding his head under the pillow. “The kids are in the kitchen.”

More squirming. “So what?” came a tired response, muffled from under the pillow. “Come back to bed. They’re probably just making cereal.”

A plate crashed downstairs and Gabriel jolted upright, eyes wide open and alert.

“They are in the kitchen,” he repeated, with emphasis.

A multitude of expressions flashed through Gabriel’s expression, from horror to surprise to bewilderment, back to horror.

“And you just left them there? Arthur!” Gabriel whispered-screamed, untangling himself from his twist of sheets and emerging from the bed an angry butterfly, pulling on the first pair of pants he saw – Arthur’s – and stealing a robe from the rack – also Arthur’s –, spitting hair out of his face as he stood in front of him with his hands on his hips and clothes a size too small for his body. “There are knives in the kitchen! Open flames!”

He stepped aside and Gabriel passed by him, nostrils flared, pulling the sleeves of his robe up to his forearms and puffing like a dragon coming out of its lair ready to breathe fire over an unsuspecting village with Arthur hot on his heels.

As they reached the kitchen, Gabriel raised his fist ready to pound the wood into submission, but just as was about to the door opened a small gap and Leon stuck his head out.

“Vicente said Dad can come in, but only Dad,” he said, and Gabriel’s fist slowly uncurled, still held confusedly suspended in the air.

He looked behind his shoulder at Arthur and they pointed their fingers to one another in a silent argument over who ‘Dad’ was, both of them slowly turning their fingers back towards themselves.

Leon’s little hand darted out from the open crack in the door and grabbed the ends of Gabriel’s stolen robe, dragging him inside and shutting the door on Arthur’s nose again.

Arthur stood there, his mouth still trying to articulate his confusion, when a few seconds later Gabriel was pushed out of the kitchen and stumbled into him, hands catching on Arthur’s arms to steady himself and the two of them barely securing their footing before the door to the kitchen closed again.

He didn’t seem any less confused than Arthur though, which was something of a feat.

“I think…” he started, looking genuinely startled. “I think our sons might be evil geniuses.”

Arthur held his husband by the elbows and remembered to close his gaping mouth.

“Huh.”

-

Gabriel relayed the instructions he had received: they were supposed to stay in bed and wait for the surprise. So back to bed they went, sitting stiffly side by side, staring at the open door waiting for something to happen.

“Still think having kids was the right decision?”

Gabriel turned his head to blink slowly at him, not quite getting it.

“We could be sipping margaritas at a beach somewhere right now,” he continued, and Gabriel’s confusion dissipated, but it was replaced with a warm, humorous something he didn’t have time to articulate into words, because right as Gabriel opened his mouth to answer, a pair of tiny feet sounded on the corridor and the conversation was stalled in favor of both of them turning towards the door.

A pair of flour, butter, sugar-coated boys came in holding a tray of oatmeal-raisin muffins, burnt scrambled eggs, raggedly sliced oranges and tea, which was deposited at the foot of their bed.

“We wanted to surprise you,” Vicente said, and Leon shrugged slightly beside him, supporting a disgruntled little pout on his lips (much too similar to some of Arthur’s to go unnoticed).

And so he was the first one to break out of their stupefied stupor, internally shaking himself and sliding the tray towards them over the duvet. “Well, I’m very surprised,” Arthur said, putting on what Gabriel called his dad-voice, looking at the slightly under-baked muffins and the odd-chopped orange slices and the watery tea. “And you did this all by yourselves?”

Small heads nodded, and Gabriel huffed out a little defeated chuckle through his nose.

“Come here,” Gabriel said, opening his arms to welcome Leon and pull him up into the bed, setting about cleaning his flour-dusted cheeks with Arthur’s robe sleeve. “Whose idea was this?”

“Mine!” Leon piped from his lap, and Arthur saw the small honest smile on Vicente’s face.

He beaconed the child closer and silently asked for his glasses, giving them a good wipe with the hem of his sleeve before handing them back. “Was it?” he asked privately, and Vicente shook his head. He smiled at him and ruffled his hair, making space for the boy to climb on the bed with them.

Arthur winced at the taste of the tea, and Gabriel gagged around a bite of a gooey muffin. But their eyes met over their children’s heads and they held back their laughter.

“You know what?” he said, holding a moment of suspense, looking at his children’s expectant expressions and his husband’s amused raised eyebrows, a mess of sheets and crumbs and droplets of tea on the duvet, Gabriel in his robe and sugar on the kids’ noses and chins. He smiled at it all. “This is actually perfect.”

[hamsterbellbelle]

Additional CC list for Lestat's Apartment🎦:

Antique suitcases || Archway || Bag/clothes/suitcase || Bag || Bag || Bathroom clutter || Bicycle (wall)/speaker || Blood bag || Blood (deco) - A - B - C || Board planks || Books - A - B - C - D ||

Bowl with towel || Boxes/hand truck || Boxes || Broom/drying rack (bathroom)/wall rack || Bucket with dipper || Calendar || Candles || Candles || Cardboard rug || Cereal boxes || Chair with bag || Chair with clothes || Cleaning clutter || Coat rack stand || Coffin ||

Conduit || Cooking pots || Crate || Dirty dishes (sink)/mail || Dirty dishes (table) || Divider with clothes || Door || Drain || Fan || Floor clothes || Floor dirt || Floor wood strip || Folded jeans ||

Folding chair || Food (deco) || Fridge || Guitar (deco) || Hamper || Hanging branches/old clothes || Hanging tapestry || Hanging backpack || Hat || Headphone || Herb pots ||

Ironing board/drying rack/laundry clutter || Map (deco) || Mattress || Mug || Neon - Cat - Cross - Mouth - XXX || Newspaper stack || Oil lamp || Painting clutter/canvas || Paper bag/mug || Papers ||

Piano || Picture stand || Pillows || Pillows || Plants - animal - can - floor - hanging - piano || Polaroids || Puzzle || Record player || Rug || Shampoo || Shoe box || Shoe rack/shoes ||

Sink (bathroom) || Sink (kitchen) || Sofa || Soil bags || Stool || Suitcase/bag/clothes || Used tissue ||

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Animated astray || Asian divider || Chair with clothes || Cyberpunk posters || Metal panel || Neon (afterlife) || Suitcase laptop || Wires/panel ||

[youraverageaemondsimp]

so, after seeing ewan mitchell at the conference, i have a delulu headcanon of actor aemond x bipoc actress/classical pianist/voice/stem girlie reader. of course, she's south-east asian chinese because i am extremely delulu.

like ewan mitchell, aemond is also the most mysterious targaryen in all of his family members in the world of acting.

aegon is an actor but is known more as a social media star/personality whilst halaena is the cottagecore girl who does tiktoks.

luke and jace are nothing more than nepo babies. both got that arrogant attitude from their mother, 'nyra.

aemond, despite the loss of his eye, became quite famous because of his strong acting abilities, mentored by criston cole.

he then became the most sought after leading man in the westerosi entertainment industry and racked up several acting accolades, second to his uncle, daemon.

wanting to beat his uncle's records, he decided to create a show of his ancestor's history.

reader came along by accident. she did not intend to pursue a career in acting because she saw herself as a in the world of stem and classical pianist and singer, not as an actor. the only acting accomplishment she had was acting as a tree in high school just to make her report card look good.

but she ended up getting that job because, in her previous role, she was selected in playing the leading lady of a video game character after the casting director liked what she did with their latest mocap technology. she initially resisted because she did not believe that she had what it takes, as well as her lack of training, but the director insisted. this led her to win an acting award due to her gritty and raw performance as a character who desperately needed help.

criston cole recommended reader and aemond, who already had several years of experience under his belt, was quite impressed by her performance as a newbie and decided to give her the job.

reader decided to take the job after her grandma said that she has never once seen a face like hers in south-east asian television channels due to racism.

aemond could remember the first time he laid his eye on her. there she was, despite being a young newbie, walked in the room with the confidence of a performer. his eye then landed on her resume and, if he had to admit, he was quite impressed by her.

her extensive resume, as it turned out, was quite diverse. she had experience in animation, mathematics, IT, computer science, classical piano, voice, speaks multiple languages and knows self-defence.

the self-defence reader knows is bokator, which means, "pounding a lion" in one of the south-east asian languages she speaks. think black widow swinging on top of her enemies in order to bring them down. if aemond had to admit, he was quite impressed by her, as no one was able to match his acting intensity and throw him off his feet.

she was someone who was not hard to miss, as she loved to wear brightly-coloured dresses and bold red lipsticks. sometimes, she would modernised traditional clothing, making her even more beautiful.

despite her impressive accomplishments, she was actually quite kind and humble and was willing to mentor aspiring classical musicians and stem girlies.

he loved his deep conversations with her, as she talked to him about the parallels between the history of his ancestors and ancient china.

she was also quite kind and considerate with a bright smile on her face. despite her bright and cheerful character, she was initially quite guarded towards aemond and maintained their distance, as she respected his wishes for privacy.

aemond, despite feeling glad of her kindness, sometimes wished that she'd let her guard down around him.

despite this, the cast could tell that there was something brewing between them. they noted how aemond would smile and laugh a bit more around reader. how relaxed he was around her. how trusting he was of her.

things went normally between them for quite some time.........until he discovered her secretly dancing to BTS' Run.

aemond was just walking down the corridor when she heard the music blasting from the gym room.

there she was, lip syncing and dancing to BTS' Run, completely oblivious.

so, the prim and proper reader actually had a fun side. it was quite a sight to watch.

reader, who completely oblivious of him, finally felt as if that she wasn't alone.

the video of her screaming and seeing him lean against the door with his arms crossed and smirking became viral, leading to fans asking when is the kdrama coming out.

the PR and writing team began to take notice. the writing team then began to write a romance story line whilst the PR team made them sit together in interviews.

the romance was unmistakably sizzling, despite the fact that the two of them barely had any kiss/sex scenes, per reader's suggestions.

the world then began to notice this and started asking whether or not they are dating, which reader vehemently denied, stating that they are colleagues and that she does not do office romances, much to aemond's disappointment.

the two of them were then sent to the south-east asian country that reader used to live in. the studio's intention was to attract more fans from that country, as reader can speak their language/s. aemond's uncle, corlys velaryon, and brother, aegon, joined as well.

aemond stepped out in the outfit like the one ewan mitchell wore at the airport in brazil.

as for reader, she stepped out in her pilot uniform, sunnies and bold red lipstick, much to the crowd's amazement. there she was, standing there with a powerful and commanding aura. someone who should be messed with.

as it turns, the studio pulled some strings so that reader would fly the aircraft, as she had been accumulating flight hours in order to step foot into NASA.

aemond was then photographed trying out local cuisines recommended by reader. he admired the fact the way reader's eyes lit up when discussing the local cuisines, leading to many lusting further after him.

aemond's outfit was the same as ewan mitchell to tease the female audience.

as for reader, she went on stage with a modernised ma mian qun (horse skirt from the ming dynasty) with water dragon patterns on it and off-shoulder modernised traditional sparkly top. aemond could not take his eye off from her. bright colours definitely suited her.

on stage, it was quite clear that aemond speaks of her highly. he praised the fact that she was a wonderful actor who is filled with multiple talents. he bragged about the fact that she also flew the aircraft they were in, as well as switching to multiple languages on the aircraft in order to communicate to the different nationalities of passengers. he also speaks highly of the fact that she was able to sing several of the soundtracks with her extremely beautiful voice and strong pianistic capabilities, as well as having several theorems next to her name and pursuing a phd.

the crowd awed out loud because it was quite clear that he was completely in love with her.

aemond also admired the fact that she was speaking to the interviewer in her native tongue and other languages she had up her sleeve, something that he had never heard her do before. he made a mental note to give her roles where she could speak all of those languages.

aemond also admired the fact that she was able to speak about her role in depth, her strong and impressive musical abilities, passion for the ancient chinese history and parallels to his own ancestors' and discussing how she used her STEM skills and knowledge to create a good show.

she was then asked on whether or not she sees aemond as a potential real-life love interest, in which she laughed off.

interviewer: "when's the kdrama coming out?"

"it's never coming out," she said laughing, "he doesn't like me that way".

aegon: uhhhhhh.....yes he does.

corlys: yes he does!

interviewer: yes he does!

the entired goddamned world 🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍: "yes he does!"

aemond: 😯😯😯😯😯😯😯😯😯😯

HAHSHAS EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT AEMOND LIKES HER EXCEPT HER 😭😭😭

Love these hcs!

[bayoubashsims]

Get to Know You: Sims Style

I was tagged by @goatskickin

And finally, SimFile Share is back online!

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Gosh, I don't know. I've just noticed that ghost pets in The Sims 2 are so cute, though, especially the eyeballs.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Both! I need the Maxis Match ones to recreate premade Sims and homes, but Alpha CC makes them more realistic!

Do you cheat your sims weight?

Only when it serves the plot. However, there's some sort of bug in my game probably caused by a bodyshape--the fat adult male often has a fat top but a skinny bottom. As much as I like my pudgy men, sometimes I have to make them skinny again cause I can't tolerate the bug.

Do you move objects?

All the time, just like in real life.

Favorite Mod?

Oh my goodness, there's so many to choose! @sunmoon-starfactory has been life changing. But I guess nothing beats good ol' SimBlender and the clothes changing rack. Staple mods to have!

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

Livin' Large. My 4GB dinosaur computer back then couldn't handle more than House Party.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

aLIVE, clearly.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Definitely Grandmama Addams. I don't know why, but it's just so satisfying to see her in-game with the shawl.

Have you made a simself?

And my cat!

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Black. I'm Asian lol

Favorite EA hair?

This one cause it reminds me of the hot guys I had a crush on in the 2000s.

Favorite life stage?

Elders, as expected.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Mostly a builder. The game crashes too often for me to play it regularly!

Are you a CC creator?

A little bit. Trying to learn meshing but I'm afraid I'm too dumb for it.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

No squads, but I interact occasionally with @emperorofthedark, @goatskickin, @freezerbunny-sims2 @lilsisterg @funderberkersims @elvisgrace in our posts!

Do you have any sims merch?

lol only my traumas of the crash

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Not really, but I've uploaded videos of my game on my personal channel here.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Definitely more realistic and based on existing structures and principles. My instincs have gotten better.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Oh goodness, there's so many. I love @tvickiesims @jacky93sims @the-sims-of-frogton and @monilisasims

How long have you had Simblr?

I can't remember, but I had an older blog and I was invited to make a SImblr by @whattheskell!

How do you edit your pictures?

I don't lol

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite?

Makin' Magic and Seasons!

[hughjidiot]

Total Drama Level Up Chapter Ten Sneak Peak

Chapter ten is coming along nicely, and I hope to have it published by mid June. Here's a little taste of what's to come.

--

In the middle of the warehouse stood a modest two-story Victorian-style manor home, surrounded by a sparse forest of fake trees. The contestants took in the steep gable roofs and bay windows framed by decorative trim as Chris led them down a stone walkway, past a wrought-iron fence and up a spacious porch. An intern in a suit stood at the front door; he nodded as Chris approached and opened the door.

One by one the teens filed into a spacious foyer. An ornate rug stretched across the floor, oil paintings of landscapes lined the walls, and a crystalline chandelier hung from the ceiling. A grand staircase led to a second story, and archways opened to different rooms on the ground level.

“Welcome, one and all, to McLean Manor,” Chris said to the assembled teens. He motioned to a framed map on the wall next to the stairs, showing an overhead view of each floor. “We have a wide variety of amenities for your enjoyment. You can relax in the lounge, grab a bite to eat in the dining room, take a stroll through the garden, enjoy the peace and quiet of the library, shoot some pool in the billiards room, and of course dance in the ballroom. Oh, and on that note…”

Chris walked to a plain door next to the stairs that seemed to blend into the wall. It opened to a long room with racks full of fancy clothing, a row of mirrored vanities against one wall and changing booths in the back corner. Various masks hung from wall hooks: simple black domino masks, white masks with gold trim, masks styled in the shape of animals, and more.

“Since this is a masquerade ball, we’ve provided you with formal wear,” Chris said. “Suit up and we’ll get the party started.”

--

“I’m still positive Chris has something horrible planned for us later on, and this is just to lull us into a false sense of security,” MK said in the confessional closet. She shrugged. “But for now I might as well try to relax and enjoy myself. After what I’ve been through this season so far, I think I’ve earned it.”

--

After several minutes passed, the contestants and their guests gradually filed out of the dressing room. The men (as well as Axel and MK) wore three-piece suits ranging from solid black to shades of gray and blue, vests and ties providing splashes of color. The rest of the women wore either full dresses or blouse-skirt combos, in a wide spectrum of colors and styles. Rounding out their ensembles, each wore a mask over the upper half of their faces.

Chris, who’d been looking down at his phone, smiled and nodded at the assembled teens.

“All right, everyone’s looking good,” he said. “And you got done right on time, because the last of our guests have just arrived.”

“Wait, more guests?” Zee asked, the others looking equally confused. “Who else is left?”

As if in response, footsteps were heard coming up the porch.

The front door opened, and a heavyset blonde man in a mustard yellow suit entered. The black domino mask he wore over his eyes did nothing to hide his identity from those among the contestants who recognized him.

“Hey, it’s Owen!” Raj said, waving.

“Hey, what’s up everyone?!” Owen asked exuberantly.

“Uh, and he is…?” Emma asked, raising an eyebrow.

“From Total Drama’s first generation of campers and winner of the original season one,” Priya said instantly.

“He also was a guest judge during the cooking challenge last season,” Axel said.

“That’s right,” Chris said, “and he didn’t come alone!”

One by one, by more people – two men, three women, all of them around Owen’s age – stepped into the foyer.

A short woman whose ghostly pale skin contrasted sharply with her black dress, matching domino mask, and shoulder-length raven hair streaked with teal, blue and green.

A tall Asian woman in a deep red dress, a long slit running up one leg. Her black hair was done up in a bun, and piercing gray eyes stared from behind a stylized fox max.

A smiling woman with her blonde hair in a braid, her white mask lined with glistening with faux sapphires. The skirt portion of her deep blue dress seemed to flow like ocean waves.

A shorter man who practically swaggered in, smirking beneath his sparrow’s mask, wearing a garishly-stylish purple vest under his suit.

And finally, a bored-looking Indian man with plane white semi-circle mask over his eyes and nose, hands shoved in the pockets of his greenish-gray suit.

“Gonna go out on a limb and say these are more past contestants,” Bowie said.

“Brilliant deduction, Sherlock,” the Indian man said flatly.

“Ooh, I like him already,” MK said.

“Correct-o-mundo, Bowie,” Chris said. “Introducing Gwen! Heather! Bridgette, Cody and Noah!”

“That’s right folks, the Code-Meister is back!” Cody said, a cocky grin on his face as he bowed.

“I’m sure your tens of fans are thrilled,” Gwen snarked.

“So these are the new guys, huh?” Heather asked, regarding the assembled teenagers with a critical eye. “Hmph. Not nearly as iconic as us, but leagues above the freakshows from seasons four and six.”

“Be nice now, Heather,” Bridgette said. “They’ve got enough to deal with being on Total Drama.”

Noah also looked over the cast, and a single eyebrow rose above his mask. “What’s her deal?”

The contestants turned to look. Priya’s eyes were practically bulging out of her head, her mouth opening and closing.

“I-i-it’s them! It’s really-!” Priya stammered. “Gwen and –! And Noah –! And H-Heather!”

“Whoa, she’s gonna faint!” Damien said when Priya started swaying on her feet. “Somebody catch her!”

“I gotcha!” Wayne said, rushing behind Priya with his arms outstretched. “Fall into my arms!”

Priya’s eyes slipped shut as she tilted back-

-and abruptly pitched face-first onto the floor.

“Season one champion, ladies and gentlemen,” Julia snarked.

As Wayne helped a woozy Priya to her feet, Chris clapped to get everyone’s attention.

“Well, now that introductions have been taken care of,” he said, “Let the McLean Manor Masquerade officially begin!”

[hanjsquokka]

Hey!

Umm I've never been on here before so, it's a little nerve wrecking?? wracking?? racking??? Apparently , I'm forgetting English. Whatever.

the reason I wanted to message you was because you just ranted about how it is so hard to find clothes you look good in because you're too "healthy" and your shoulders and feet are too "wide" to fit clothes when they're meant to fit you?

I know that feeling all too well, especially because I'm South Asian myself, but don't take it to heart. Seriously.

I'm trying to offer you comfort but I'm bad at this, so you must take my poetry now:

Honestly? (Pardon my language but) Fuck them. All of them. The entire textile line. The designers. Anyone who told you not to wear stuff you liked. Fuck them all!!

(My anxiety about sending this is skyrocketing but Fuck it)

God! I couldn't bear you feeling that way so, here's my attempt at comfort. If you're not comforted by this,

Well, I'm genuinely sorry you had to read this, but remember, there's a stranger who thinks you're beautiful no matter what and adores your writings!

-

Anon who's angry on behalf of you

anon when i tell you this made me cry 🥺 (in a good way) i've been staring at this ever since it came into my inbox. please don't be anxious about sending something because this comforted me so much, i swear it's the sweetest thing ever <3 thank you thank you thank you 💗

[duckdoeswords]

Change of Pace Ch.5 - Well, I Think It looks Nice

Summary: When a scandal breaks out after her father is arrested for Electoral fraud and Tax evasion she takes this opportunity to disappear leaving Atlas for a small town in the south where her Grandfather had a small farm that had fallen into disrepair. She arrives hoping to find a better life for herself and her daughter.

Words: 18,574

Main Relationship: Weiss Schnee/Ruby Rose

Rating: M

Notes: I'm currently working on posting links to fics I forgot about to tumblr. I'm also trying a new format for posting said links. If you want to set the mood for the fic please check out the playlist for it and you can check out my ko-fi if you want.

Fic:

Chapter Text

Weiss pulled into the parking lot of the consignment store Ruby had mentioned the sign on the front of the building read 'Daichi Family Consignment’. She put her car into park, turning off the ignition before climbing out of the car. Weiss took in the storefront which was part of a small, relatively empty strip mall, built from red bricks and large panes of glass. Closing the door, she made her way around the car, opening Ivory’s door finding that she had managed to unbuckle herself. Weiss moved out of her way as she jumped out of the car, landing on the ground with a grunt. Once she had moved out of the way Weiss closed the door and moved around to the back of the car. She opened the trunk revealing two white trash bags one with a ‘W’ and the other with an ‘I’ written on them in permanent marker. Taking a deep breath, she reached forward grabbing the tops of the bags and pulling them out of the tunk. Closing the trunk with her elbow looking down at Ivory whose messy hair stuck up in several places. She set one of the bags down running a hand through her hair in an attempt to tame her unruly mane. “I swear your hair is a mess.” Ivory shook her head, giggling as she reached up ruffling her hair. Weiss grabbed the bag, smiling down at her daughter. "Let's go inside."

"Okay." Ivory said trotting ahead toward the front of the store, stopping in front of the door, turning to look at Weiss who pushed it open causing a bell to ring overhead as the pair moved inside. Weiss let the door close behind her look around the interior of the consignment shop. It was small and slightly stuffy with about as many racks of clothes as could fit while still allowing mobility. Turning her attention to the front counter where a broad-shouldered, intimidating-looking man with a shaved head, tan skin and seemed to be of Asian descent. Walking up to the counter Weiss set the bags on the floor next to the counter. 

“I’d like to turn in these clothes for store credit.” The man stood up revealing that he was at least 7 feet if not taller. He moved around the counter, looking down at the two bags picking them up with ease, and tossing them over the counter. 

“I’ll have to appraise the items but feel free to look around while I do so.” The man said in a flat voice but Weiss barely registered what he’d said as she craned her head to look the man in the eyes. 

“O-okay.” Weiss turned to Ivory who had wandered slightly off to the side where she tugged at one of the items on the racks. “Woah! Don’t tug on that.” 

Ivory quickly let go before looking up at Weiss. “Why?” 

“Because it could fall over.” 

“Oh.”

Weiss looked around the building, noticing the sign near the back that simply read ‘Shoes’ Weiss herded Ivory through one of the racks and toward the back. The back wall was covered floor to ceiling with shelves of shoes, starting with children’s shoes and ending with men’s. Moving over to the children’s shoes, half looking over her shoulder she muttered. “Ivory come here.” Ivory trotted over to her, coming to a stop and looking up at Weiss. “We’re gonna get you some new shoes.” Weiss gently patted a small seat in between the shelves. “Have a seat.” Ivory took a seat, crossing her legs at the ankles and looking up at Weiss as she kneeled in front of Ivory. Quickly she undid Ivory’s shoes pulling them off and placing them to the side she pushed herself up, moving to look at the girl’s shoes, Weiss leaned her hands on her knees looking at the different shoes that sat on the shelf. ‘She needs play shoes but I also want something...” She trailed off when her eyes landed on a pair of shoes that were exactly what she was looking for. A pair of white sandals with flowers on the straps. Grabbing them she moved over to Ivory where she kneeled, taking her foot in her hand, slipping the small black dress flats on her. “Alright. Walk around and let me know how it feels.” 

Ivory jumped from her perch walking around and jumping up and down. “I like ‘em!” 

“Good. Why don’t you pick out a pair of play shoes?” Ivory nodded moving to go look at the shoes Weiss giving her a gentle pat on the back. “I’ll be right over here.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

Weiss walked over to where the women’s shoes started, looking at the various styles and brands that sat there biting the inside of cheek before settling on a pair of tan work boots. ‘Perfect.’ Picking them up off the shelf, she sat down just as Ivory slammed a pair of green slip-ons with holes and white tips down next to her. “You want those?” 

“Yuh-huh.” 

“Alright well try them on and make sure they fit.” Weiss quickly put on the shoes, standing up she tapped her toes against the ground flexing her toes to makes sure they were comfortable. 

A tugging at her shirt caused Weiss to look down at Ivory who was holding a small cloth shoulder bag shaped like a frog with a smile and heart-shaped cheeks. “Can I get this?” 

Weiss thought for a moment before nodding. “Sure.” 

“Yay!” She pulled it on over her head smiling as she spun around. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!” Weiss reached down ruffling her hair. “Now let’s get you some new clothes.”

Continued on Ao3

[tinyshe]

Garden Report & Frugal Living 23.08.30

Everything so far is won-der-full under the ag cloth. The nights are chilly but the days are hot. The sparrows are after the apples and someone is gnawing on the stems of the asian pears? The fruit drops but idk, no one is eating or they are being interupted ... they are starting to ripen but not as big in diameter as last years. We will be picking them all, ripe or not, to stop the pear snatchers (they will likely move to the european pear or apples).

Finished up the fruit leather of peach, raspberry and apple (yes, I reblended the ones I forgot the applesauce in). Next flavour to be trayed is plum, blackberry and apple. I've never done rhubard but thinking a rhubarb, strawberry and apple fruit leather could be good? And yes, I have been thinkig about veg or meal-style 'leathers'. They wouldn't have the shelf life of fruit leathers (the meal types) but like beef stew jerky? beef, carrot and potato puree turned into a 'leather'. The meat would have to be extra lean because I don't like to use stabelizers/perservatives. I do have a knuckle of beef we have to put up (freezer) so when trimming, will have to pull a bit for testing.

I'm behind on my winter prep chores in the garden. Autumn is here. The swallows are gone. The birds have stopped their Summer Songs. The Autumn migrants are making their appearances. I want to wait until first frost before I put up the suet racks because the Sparrows never leave and I don't want them to get the impression that I am welcoming them to settle in for the Winter -- like they really care what I think/want.

The warehouse grocer has become very popular and they are not being stocked as they had in the past making it a bit more of a challenge on two points to find a good deal and fill the pantry. Starting to think about starting a pantry sharing but that gets tricky with people wanting to sell rather than swap and it also digs into what people would normally donate to the food banks. With the social climate we are facing, it might be too wierd & wild (there seems to be always one agressive person in a group and I don't want to ride herd).

Looking for an arborist for sure now. I think I have enough money saved.

Waiting for mushrooms to start popping with the cold nights that are damp and the warm days.

Hens are still molting ... the slow strip tease, chicken style ...

Starting succesion planting.

Harvesting lemon cucumbers, blueberries, blackberries, asian pears, variety of kales, nettles, alpine strawberries. Watching cider apples, elderberries, cherry and pear toms, autumn/yellow raspberries, wild rosehips and rhubarb.

[purplesurveys]

1602

How many people have you liked this year? Zero.

How many pills do you take a day? None. If not prescribed I only take one for headaches, and even then I try not to make it a habit for every headache I ever get.

Do you have any celebrity crushes? I have the biggest one on Kim Namjoon these days. Also Song Hyekyo because sis is totally in the middle of her revenge era and I’m here for it.

If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Either time travel or space travel, if only either didn’t have the complications they pose.

Do you put ketchup on top of your French fries or on the side? Side, because I don’t like ketchup and putting it on the side would allow me to ignore it lol. No but seriously, I prefer any condiment to be on the side when eating fries.

Where did you last sleep other than your house? Our accommodation in Zambales.

Where did you get your last bruise from? It’s been a while since I got one but the last is probably from doggy playtime gone wrong. My bruises these days are almost always from those.

Is it okay to kiss people when you’re single? Well yeah, unless you’re single and kissing a taken/married person?

Ever worn something of the opposite sex's clothing? Sure. A shirt I bought last week was off the men’s section.

Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? Sure.

Last CD you blasted through your car stereo? I haven’t inserted a CD in my car in years, but the last song I listened to was most likely something from Indigo as I’ve tuned in to that album all month long.

How many email accounts do you have? I have three main ones - 1 work email, 2 personal emails.

Who is the best cook in your family? My dad is literally head chef on a cruise ship so that’s a no-brainer. Other than him, both my grandmas are fantastic cooks and have their own specialties, so it makes every visit to them exciting haha.

Which baby animal is your favorite? Puppies and elephants.

Have you ever carved a pumpkin? No, we don’t do that here.

When is the last time you went to a carnival? Oh man. Must have been a pre-pandemic fair in either my high school or university.

Do you have a favorite glass, cup, or mug? I don’t have one, I just go with whichever mug my hand reaches out for first from our mug rack.

What branch of science interests you the most? Biology. Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages? Numerous reports and reaction papers in college. My thesis was also over 100 pages long.

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with via text? I haven’t had deep conversations through text since my last partner.

Twitter or Tumblr? Twitter. I’m only here for surveys and the occasional fanfic if my favorite author happens to update or publish stories.

Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper? Nope.

Favorite YouTuber? Josh and Ollie of Korean Englishman. Most of the time though I watch more structured(?) channels like Watcher, Try Guys, About to Eat, Vice Asia, Asian Boss, Business Insider, etc., instead of more laidback people who talk to the camera from like their bedroom/studio.

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? To an extent. I wouldn’t say this was a main trait of theirs though.

Have you ever written a love letter to someone as a joke? No. If not an inside joke between friends, wouldn’t this be a shitty thing to do?

Do you have any gay family members? I have inklings but otherwise nobody is out.

Was your first kiss romantic? Yes, it was.

What are you most likely to go to jail for? Hurting someone who hurt my dog. < This is true, but personally it applies to anyone I would see hurting animals. When we were in Sagada’s town center buying souvenirs there was this dude who ran over a dog (I knew the dog should have been in blatant view from his car when the incident occurred) and I didn’t hesitate to scream and call him out, only stopping because my mom forcefully pulled me away from the scene. Crowds be damned - I did what I best could to the piece of shit. Anyway, right after the gigantic waste of skin drove off, I stayed long enough to check on the dog – he managed to get out unscathed and I only calmed down once I saw him scampering away.

Who was the last person to sleep over at your house? My sister’s friend.

What would you think if you found out your ex was gay? She is. The more applicable question would be what I’d think if she turned out straight, to which I’d be very surprised. She’s the biggest misandrist I know, so I’d never expect such a change.

How many people has your best friend had sex with? For one of them, just one. I’m not sure with the other best friend.

When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? Two years ago.

Are you currently “appearing offline” to anybody? My Messenger is set in such a way that I look offline. It’s been in that setting for the last two? three-ish years and I have no plans to change it ever because it’s not like people look at the green dot anymore lol.

What were you for Halloween last year? I was that all-black character with a mask from Squid Game. Can’t remember the name anymore.

Do you believe that karma can come back and slap you in the face? I don’t believe it’s karma necessarily, but your decisions can definitely come back and bite you, that’s for sure. < Yeah, sounds about right.

Have you ever been to Texas? I haven’t. Not really high up on the list in terms of places in the USA I want to visit.

Do your siblings text you? My sister and I mainly communicate through Messenger. She never has load so we don’t text.

Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth? Sure. I’ve done the same for places I regularly go to, my old schools, boujee villages in Manila just so I can see how many houses have swimming pools LOL, etc.

Did your last kiss end up with you and the person doing anything sexual? No.

Who is your ex dating/talking to? Somebody. I’m not sure, I don’t keep touch and I’ve asked my friends not to tell me about it for the simple reason that it’s not relevant to my life anymore.

Who did you last pinky promise with? Can’t remember. I don’t do those.

Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? I had to share a room with both parents and siblings until I was 10. And then for like one week in high school my sister and I shared a bedroom until we both decided we don’t like the arrangement lol.

What happened at the last party you went to? I won a minor prize in the raffle, had the best mushroom soup I’ve EVER had, and tried to convince people that I was dressed up as Winnie the Pooh (the party was Disney-themed) haha.

Have you ever completely misunderstood what somebody was saying? Yeah, at least a few times a week.

When was the last time you felt ill? What was wrong? May 2020, turned out to be a UTI. Was a bitch trying to get treatment for it considering that was Peak Peak PEAK Pandemic Era and all hospitals and clinics were prioritizing Covid cases. What a time.

Who was your first best friend? Do you still speak to that person? Angela! Yeah I literally messaged her that we should get drinks soon like 5 minutes ago.

Are you wearing anything that was given to you as a gift? I’m wearing the Koya slippers that my dad got me for Christmas. I got two pairs! The other Koya pair was given to me by Angela and I switch them everyday to make sure I’m making good use of both hahaha.

What is your least favourite song, by your favourite artist? War of Hormone makes my eyes roll all the way back to the ninth level of hell. Does it make me a hypocrite? Yes. Will I continue to dislike the song? Yup.

What color is your jewelry box? I don’t have one. I don’t have nearly enough jewelry/accessories to justify getting one.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? No.

What is your brother/sister’s favorite food? My sister is into sushi these days.

Do you have any ice cream in your freezer? What flavour is it? We haven’t in a while, but I can bet someone will get a tub for media noche.

In your life, who is the person that seems to understand you the most? Angela.

Are you afraid of losing the person you like right now? I don’t like anyone.

Does anyone know your Facebook password? I don’t think so.

Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? I wouldn’t consider getting any piercings.

Do you enjoy being outdoors? If the weather cooperates and I like where we’re headed, yes.

Gay marriage: love is love or a horrible stand against God? The former; get religion out of the way.

How many times have you been to a zoo? Several. What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? Nothing really. I’m an open book, and if I cover a topic that could potentially invite discomfort it’s only because other people asked for it lol.

[henchmanintraining]

I went to Mall of America a couple weeks ago. I can't imagine enjoying it any other way than ironically. We didn't buy anything, but it was fun sightseeing for reasons that aren't really going to help the place survive.

Seeing the original Rainforest Cafe that Eddy Burback ate at, as well as the Margaritaville directly across from the Rainforest Cafe that he also ate at.

Laughing at the ridiculous clothes at Nordstrom Rack. Why is this coat "discounted" to a price of $300 when it is made out of synthetic suede? Why is this Versace jacket $700 when it's made like a jacket I have at home that cost maybe $40 new? Don't you want to get a good deal on these Italian dress shoes? They're in great shape, aside from the huge chunk cut out of the uppers.

Looking forward to seeing videos by Jacob and Lucas Cruikshank going to the same mall when we got home.

Going to what looks like a 100 yen store, except the prices are extremely high, and noting how much stuff we could get at our local Asian grocery store.

Knowing that we'll be able to brag to old people that we had the ultimate mall walking experience.

[saleeba]

subha hone na de ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ alexa play moonlight by twice :D

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x south asian/brown!fem!reader

content ♡ fluff, fiancé!jude, asian wedding shenanigans, jude in a black kurta (brown ppl will know that this is a trope in itself 😌), y/c/n = your cousin's name, lovergirl!reader, the moon as a symbol of beauty, tiny social media au at the end, bollywood fans this one's for u !! 🗣🗣

a/n ♡ ahhhh my first brown girl reader fic & i’m so excited for u all to read it 🥰🥰 the reason i used both south asian and brown as descriptors for the reader is bc i wanted to include the girlies of the diaspora like the caribbean/fiji/south africa/south east asia etc & tbh i wasn’t sure if any person of south asian descent preferred to describe themselves as either ‘south asian’ or as ‘brown’ !! also pls note that this is a very broad & non-specific portrayal of a person from “south asian culture” - that is to say that bc south asia is made up of numerous ethnicities, religions, cultures etc i don’t want to show disrespect by lumping them all together nor do i intend the reader to be from a certain south asian background! i tried to keep it as “general” (?) as possible esp when it came to the clothing but pls let me know if u would like to see elements of a specific culture or religion in a future south asian/brown!reader fic !! ALSO oml ik my a/ns are always so long 😭 but the title is a reference to one of my fav bollywood songs <3 it’s an absolute BANGER & it translates to “let there be no morning/don’t allow the dawn to arrive” which i think ties in nicely to this fic :D pls enjoy & lmk what u think!!! 🫶🏽💛

“alright… how do i look, babe?” your fiancé asks, emerging from the bedroom into the ensuite where you’re placing the finishing touches to your simple makeup look as he pats down the black sequinned kurta you’ve picked out for your cousin’s at-home henna ceremony tonight. his personal choice to pair it with a golden necklace and a watch to match makes the whole look pop against the summer-tanned tone of his skin. 

you’re careful not to blind yourself with the eyeliner in your hand once you catch even the smallest glimpse of him in the mirror. it’s safe to say that if you were a cartoon character, there’d be hearts protruding from your eyeballs, all pink and comically large. 

“you look amazing, jude, so handsome,” you beam at him, genuinely in awe of how good he looks in your culture’s clothing, not that it’s the first time you’ve seen jude wearing such a thing. over the years that the two of you have been dating, you’ve introduced him to so many facets of your heritage, sharing parts of yourself that were inseparably you – and jude has embraced and immersed himself in everything like he was born into that same culture. 

your fiancé smiles right back at you before replying. “have to make sure i look good in front of my wife’s family now, don’t i?” 

you struggle to stifle the schoolgirl-like giggle that racks through your chest at his words, still not able to be used to the word ‘wife’ coming out of jude’s mouth while referring to you, despite you not even being that yet. truth be told, it’s almost been a month since jude proposed and although you both agreed to wait for some time before telling fans and the media, he’s been calling you his wife around friends and family ever since he got down on one knee, resulting in your bashful smile and blushing cheeks becoming the subject of their teasing every time. 

“true, yeah, can’t have the aunties gossiping about how you have zero drip.” 

your joking is met with a childish sticking out of jude’s tongue before he’s shooed out of the bathroom, leaving you to complete your makeup and don the black and gold outfit that matches jude’s for tonight. 

***

your cousin had told everyone that she wanted a very lowkey and relaxed henna function, especially since weddings from your culture tend to be incredibly busy—almost chaotically so—and she has the opportunity of her other nuptial ceremonies to go all out anyway, hence tonight’s dress code being as equally relaxed and minimal. in spite of all that, you’ve taught jude that celebrations in your culture and the word ‘lowkey’ are nothing but oxymorons of each other so he isn’t surprised when you both walk in to see the bridal home all decked out in bright lights and flower garlands the colours of a vivid spring and ten times the guests he was anticipating to see all bumbling about the place. what does surprise jude is when you inform him that you’ve been appointed as a “chief henna artist” (in the words of the bride) last minute so now he’s been abandoned; left to the mercy of your relatives who haven’t seen him for all of three months and so decide to hound him with every question under the sun.

“tell us how it was winning the champions league, jude!”

“jude, any plans for the wedding yet?”

“uncle jude, come play in the garden with us! please, uncle jude, please!

“is it true mbappé’s going to madrid? do you have his number?!” 

“ooh, can you give me mbappé’s number?!”

jude fights the urge to jet past everyone and run out the front door screaming and flailing his arms, the blaring music and onslaught of inquiries getting to him, and instead peeks over the heads of the crowd around him to try and silently get your attention because as much as he loves your family, he’s praying you can be his knight in shining black and gold to save him from their unwarranted fixation right now. Unfortunately, he’s met with the sight of you fully concentrated on working on your cousin’s bridal henna, having teamed up with another cousin to meticulously draw intricate patterns across her arms and feet. oh, he’s going to have to get comfortable with the company of your relatives for at least the next three hours then. 

***

those three hours turn into five by the time jude is done having a kickabout in the garden with your younger family members, detailing the night his club were champions of europe once again and politely declining the chance to leak the kylian mbappé’s phone number to your niece. not that he’s at his wits’ end (he kind of really is) but jude thinks he’d do good to be in your company as the clock tolls eleven so he opts out of another game of footy to go and look for you, much to the amusement of your relatives who lightheartedly taunt him about the way he can’t stay away from his fiancée for even a short while. 

passing into the living room once again, jude finds you right where he left you but this time, it’s your henna that’s being painted onto the palms of your hands, the design so complex and elaborate that some of the already-dried parts look richly brick-ish red against your skin tone. under the twinkling fairy lights and waves of marigold flowers, jude can’t help but imagine it’s your nuptials being celebrated here; sitting so prettily like you’re what everyone came here to see and honestly? he can’t wait until it’s time for you to be just that. 

“hi, again. remember me?” he jests, taking a seat on the floor cushion next to where you’re sat with your arms sprawled out as your cousin decorates them with muddy green paste. 

“hmm, remind me who you are again?” you feign a confused look. 

“ouch. is that ring on your finger not good enough of a reminder, mrs bellingham?” 

“nope, the diamond’s too small.”

“oi!” 

the laughter that erupts from the both of you even has your cousin joining in, jude breaking the giggle fits to ask an all-important question. 

“have you eaten yet? you’ve been sat here the whole night doing this.” 

shaking your head, you gesture towards the now empty bottle of water sitting by your feet that you’d been rationing throughout the evening and tell him that's all you’ve been filling your stomach with, way too busy with doing the bride’s henna then an aunty’s then a cousin’s then another aunty and then the next after that to even move from your spot in the lounge.

jude determines that that won’t do and offers to make you a plate of food that your elders had just topped up the buffet table with. you comply and ask him to get enough food for you to share. 

between mouthfuls and munching of samosas—jude doing the super important job of biting the corner of a samosa and blowing the savoury pastry cool enough for you to take a bite—and sweetmeats, your cousin works hard at completing the henna art on your left hand, and there’s just the matter of a couple of fingers left before she utters a heartfelt apology and comments that her hand is about to cramp from holding cones of henna for so long.

“that’s okay! go grab a break and then if you’re still up for it, you can finish it later,” you say sincerely, encouraging her to go hang out with other parts of the family before she loses her mind in swirls and paisley patterns like you nearly have. “or i can always get someone else to do it!”

“can i have a go?” 

the way jude pipes up, mouth stuffed with chocolate barfi like a child who's just found the cookie jar, has you and your cousin whipping your heads towards him and then at each other, sharing the slightest of sceptical looks. 

“oh god, will we need to get the stencils out for him, y/n?” your cousin japes – well, she believes she is but the thought of her painstaking work being destroyed by a guy who, although creates art with a football, cannot draw anything further than a stick person makes her nervous, to say the least. 

“hey!” jude wants to advocate for his art skills right here, right now. “i’ve been watching you do it all just now, i’ll just copy the exact same thing for the last two fingers, right?”

you pipe in as his supporting act. “he makes a very good case, your honour.”

your cousin surrenders to the pair of you, essentially fleeing the scene with mutters of “better not mess it up, bellingham” and you both know she’s deadly serious. 

“still not too late to get the stencils, y’know?” you watch as your fiancé struggles with holding the henna cone correctly.

“no, no, i’ve got this, babe,” he remarks before almost smudging the still-wet design on your palm with his fingers. “oh shit!”

“jude!”

your heart nearly jumps out of your mouth at the sight.  

“It’s fine, love, see!” jude points to an edge that’s ever so slightly smudged from the commotion. “all good. now, close your eyes.” 

“you’re joking!” you squeak out incredulously, fearful of whatever is going on in that mad mind of his. you do not want to face the wrath of your cousin on a night that’s going so well. 

“please, babe!” your grown fiancé looks like a kid trying to prove himself to his mum right now with the way his already puppy-dog eyes grow wider. “i promise it’ll look good, just… close your eyes, please?” 

“ok, fine!” trying not to let reluctance get in the way, you’re now the one surrendering to jude’s request as your eyes close without any further argument.. “i’m telling y/c/n to kill you and not me if this doesn’t go to plan.”

a small chuckle is the only thing you can hear from jude before he gets to work, spending more minutes than you can count on your henna-adorned fingers as he drags the cool paint over your digits, questions of whether you can open your eyes yet meet with shushes and oftentimes you hear yourself hissing when jude tugs your skin with the pointed tip of the cone instead of hovering slightly above with it. 

“aaand we’re done! you have my permission to open your eyes.” as soon as you do, you’re met with the sight of a very smug, very excited jude bellingham who gestures towards your left hand where… wow, the design is beautiful. it’s the tiniest bit clumsy, just where the lines are supposed to be straight, but it mirrors exactly what your cousin had painted on your right hand, the pattern set in its curls and dots and spirals.

“i did a little something extra, too. i hope y/c/n doesn’t mind but i think you’ll like it.”

“yeah? you’re gonna have to help me find it then, babe,” you say, already scanning over the artwork he’s created to try and find what mystery he’s left behind. 

“actually, that’s supposed to be your job.” your fiancé replies, his smile a little more bashful and voice a little softer. “it’s my name, i wrote it in there for you to find—”

“really?! where?!” you ask albeit rhetorically as your eyes now frantically run all over your left hand in search of where jude has inscribed his own name. 

a few seconds pass before they do a double-take over where your engagement ring sits on your finger, just there, just to the right of it along the crook of where your finger meets the back of your palm. there is it — the print so whimsically curled and sweetly small that it looks like it fits right in with the rest of the henna design. jude. 

“where did you learn all this?” you’re tearing up just the slightest over it all, glad no one is within earshot of you two for you would’ve been teased to no end tonight. 

your fiancé shrugs nonchalantly at your question before explaining everything. “i did some research after proposing and read about it. i know, originally, you’re supposed to be the one that knows and i’m the one that looks for it but i thought this would be cute.”

“it was cute— so cute,” you beam across at jude, the hearts in your eyes back again over how willing he is to throw himself into your cultural traditions and quirks, even learning things unprompted and without your encouragement. you thank your lucky stars that you found yourself a life partner who’s so unabashed in not just learning about your heritage but incorporating it into your lives. in a way, he’s been healing that little girl who grew up ashamed and embarrassed of her culture, wishing she was someone else, something else, and helping her become a woman who proudly wears it without giving anyone else ownership. 

a chorus of “uncle jude! uncle jude!” rings through the living room as your younger relatives, all pumped up on sugar at around midnight (oh well, it is the time for festivities anyway), run in, dragging your fiancé away from you before you two can exchange any more words. you settle with a shared knowing look and smile, leaving you to get your henna dried and jude to commence round 2 of another football match. 

***

there are only so many probing questions from aunties and uncles and instances of your cousin bitching about her situationship that you can take as your henna dries in, what are now, two makeshift cling-film casts to help strengthen the colour before you’re bothered by the lack of jude by your side as the clock tolls just past two in the morning. after sifting through possibly the entire family tree dotted throughout the house, you’re directed by an uncle to the balcony where jude’s standing hunched over the railing, gazing into the sky where the moon illuminates the earth, peeking from behind a sliver of cloud dust. 

“hey, you,” you speak softly so as not to startle the peaceful moment that’s now given you a break from the hubbub inside.

jude whips his head towards the voice, instantly grinning at the sight of you, so beautiful in the moonshine, before extending an arm to pull you into his side. 

“i see the moon’s out tonight,” you muse, not taking your eyes off him one bit as he continues to stare up into the sky.

“looks beautiful, right?” 

“yeah, he does.” you daren’t unlock your gaze from the way jude glows in the moonlight, the cool tone sitting over his skin and bringing more attention to the bridge of his nose and the highest points of his cheekbones. oh, how you want to spend the rest of the night laying kisses across them. 

“he? oh—” he turns to find your pretty eyes, lit equally as bright by the natural light, not even having budged an inch from his face as he realises you’re not talking about that moon. “shut up!”

you laugh as he blushes like a smitten teenage boy, a sight not too unfamiliar since that’s exactly what he was when the two of you started dating. 

“what, can’t a girl be romantic with her husband?” you act out a sweet pout, the sight and your words making jude’s heart skip a beat or three.

“you are so lucky your family isn’t here to take the piss.”

another set of giggles from the pair of you as you cuddle into jude’s side, both now facing the moon that you swear is shining way brighter than before, the cloud in front of it nearly dissipating into non-existence. 

“i love you, mrs bellingham,” jude breaks the serene silence. “i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” he places the gentlest of kisses on your ring finger, lips ghosting just over the cling-film-covered diamond ring. the scene would’ve been amusing had it not been for the tender romance of the moment, a few minutes to get away from the beloved chaos of family celebrations and to pretend the whole world rotated on its axis, served its purpose, for only jude and you. 

“i love you, too. so much, jude.”

you sigh into the warming summer air, silently asking the sun to rise a little later so that you can fawn over your lover's features in the moonlight for as much time as you want.

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I'd call this room "very basic," but it's fine. There's nothing to put larger suitcases on [space next to the desk, but don't see anything can use to elevate...[and no luggage rack or ironing board available at this hotel...] I can make do with the desk and chair. There's a hard-like-a-rock Asian bed - thin mattress on wooden platform. (I like "firm," so I may like it? ) And you can see out the windows! Woohoo!

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